(Kinda humming Nighswimming while writing this.)
So it's just gone 9:00 am and I'm on a train to Manchester. It's a Sunday! WHAT AM I DOING?
The sad truth is that I need a quiet day in the office and colleagues just don't offer me that quiet time. It's a compliment, I guess. They respect my opinion on matters of law and IT. I'll take that way until offered evidence to the contrary. It's either that or my know nothing approach gives them a sense of calm. Ask a silly question and we'll work out the answer together.
Anyway, this actually takes up a lot of my time and energy. I am a man of many focuses( or easily distracted?).
If you've followed my tweets for any period of time, you'll have read about my mountain of paperwork and my fear it will collapse and kill me one day. There are moments when I can envision its disappearance but my job is mostly reactive. I can control when I open a file but after that, the final decision is always with the Home Office or the Judge. The only way I can try to close it is with the brute force of the law, threats of legal action regarding the delay. Sometimes effective by themselves, often rely on a Judge's agreement or a sensible Government lawyer.
But it's the paperwork that gets in the way. The constant need to operate within office policy and to various standards imposed upon us (often for legitimate reasons) by outside bodies and regulators.
So on this quiet Sunday, I'm heading into work because I want an easier life for the rest of this week.
Also, free coffee and tea.
Ps. First thing I did was put on my music. But it's still a quiet day.